The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1965 Sheryl Grew Despondent

Besides, Vicky would do whatever Charles asked her to do, as long as he stayed beside her and never mentioned any other woman's name.

"Hmm, I'm your good girl!" Vicky sweetly said as she looked at Charles, after throwing a tantrum at him.

"Alright, then you'd better get some sleep." A few minutes later, Vicky finally dozed off. Charles relaxed a lot, seeing Vicky asleep, as that meant he could get going.

"President Lu, the woman is really crazy. I can't handle her anymore!" David confessed to Charles, feeling completely helpless in his task. He wished Charles would assign him any job other than standing guard and interacting with this insane woman twenty-four-seven.

"David, who else do you think would be a better person to take this assignment?" Charles asked, responding to his complaint. He knew for a fact that there was no other suitable person for this task than David. It would be devastating for him if someone like Vicky would be used by a conniving one.

David sighed, then replied, "Alright, I understand. President Lu, just forget what I've said. Please, go back home and get some rest," Staring at his boss, David could see clearly through Charles's eyes. He felt so guilty that he did not dare to continue expressing his complaint. All he had to do was to pay his due diligence and guard the assignment.

"Okay. I will come and visit again tomorrow," Charles confirmed, tapping David's left shoulder before finally leaving the room.

Actually, Charles had been busy contacting doctors overseas, hoping any one of those specialists would have a cure for Vicky. He did not plan on living this way for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, at Sheryl's home

Clark had been in a heavy mood since Joan left. He sat on the couch, his brows furrowed as he stared at the telephone on top of the side table. Shirley, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor with a tea set laid before her. Being busy setting up her toys, she failed to realize that his brother was not in the mood to play at the moment.

"Clark, what are you thinking of?" she finally called to him, while raising her little teapot. "Please come and play with me!" Shirley waited for her brother's response, but he sat there motionless.

"I don't want to play right now. Go ahead and play by yourself," Clark answered, finally picking up the phone receiver, and deciding to call Isla. He watched as Shirley continued playing on her own. Clark had always been more sensitive than Shirley. He was more observant, so he could easily tell there was a strange atmosphere at home today. Aside from his mother, he knew that there was no other person to ask but Isla.

The phone didn't even finished ringing, as Isla was quite excited to receive a phone call from Clark.

"Where are you, Auntie Isla?" Clark asked carefully, his voice low enough to not draw Shirley's attention.

The sound of Clark's tender voice sounded like magic in Isla's ear as if it caressed her heart, making her feel relaxed. Isla could not help but smile as they carried on with the conversation, "I am on my way there. What's up, Clark?"

"Mummy locked herself in the bedroom after she returned. She did not play with me or my sister as usual. Auntie Isla, do you know what is wrong with mummy?" Clark couldn't help sounding worried. Isla held her breath as she listened to Clark's question. This boy was indeed as observant as Sher had always told her.

"Don't worry about it, Clark. Mummy is alright. Nothing is wrong with her. She is just too tired, so..." Isla replied, not wanting to tell Clark the truth. After all, he was just a kid. It was not something he should be burdened with. He should be playing now and enjoying his youth.

"You are lying! I have seen Mummy tired before. But she's never acted this way before. Something is definitely wrong this time, Auntie Isla. Why are you lying to me?" Clark bit his lips, feeling frustrated. Everybody kept telling him that Sheryl was alright. But Clark could feel that something serious must have happened. Hearing Isla lied to him just now, made him believe that something was really off. Hearing Clark's rebuttal, Isla was surprised. She had never expected that the little boy could be so smart to discern her lie.

Hearing how Clark insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter, Isla could not help but sigh. "Clark, my good boy, Auntie will tell you the truth. But you have to promise Auntie that you will not cry or feel bad about it, okay?"

"Okay! I promise!" nodding, Clark replied in a tender voice.

"Actually, it is not because mummy is too tired. She happened to have a quarrel with your daddy. So, mummy is in a bad mood right now. But Clark, you don't need to worry about mummy. She will get better tomorrow, for sure. So, please, don't worry..." Knowing that the little boy could see through her lies, Isla tried to only reveal a little bit of the facts to Clark.

"Auntie Isla, did my daddy and mummy have a row?" Clark cried out the moment he heard the news, his face turning pale as tears started to stream down from his eyes.

Isla knew she was in great trouble as she heard Clark's sobs.

"Clark, my dear, please don't cry. Everything is going to be alright. It is normal for two adults to quarrel with each other. It happens!"

"But it is different. Mummy has been acting strange today..." Clark tried to say in between sobs, and his tears were still welling up in his eyes.

Isla felt speechless. For a moment, she did not know what to say to comfort Clark. Suddenly, an idea struck her like lightning, making her ask quickly, "Clark, are you at home right now?"

"Yes. School finished earlier today because tomorrow is the weekend."

"Alright, dear, then please wait for me at home. I will be there shortly." Isla hung up afterwards.

Clark was quite obedient to Isla's advice. As soon as the line went dead, he placed the receiver back on its cradle and went to play with his sister.

Isla felt relieved as she had finally decided where to go.

She arrived at Sheryl's home not long after. Standing outside the door, she pressed the doorbell and waited.

Hearing that someone was at the door, Joan immediately went to check out who was outside.

Joan felt relieved upon seeing Isla as soon as she opened the door, and she greeted her warmly, "Good afternoon." Isla wasted no time. "Good afternoon to you, Joan! Where's Sheryl?" Joan pointed to Sheryl's bedroom upstairs as she talked to Isla in a low voice, "Miss Xia has locked herself in the bedroom since she came back."

"Don't worry, Joan. I'm sure, Sher will be alright!"

"Auntie Isla, you are here!" Shirley greeted Isla joyfully as she was playing on the carousel.

Clark, who was also inside, saw Isla coming in. He hurriedly ran over to meet her, raising his head to look at her face in a serious manner.

"Hello, Clark, why are you still looking so sad? Didn't Auntie tell you that everything will be alright? Mummy and Daddy will all be okay!" Crouching down, Isla watched Clark with a sincere expression. Moved by Isla's sincere expression, Clark nodded his head, confirming his trust in her. Then he said, "Auntie Isla, please go upstairs and check how Mummy is doing. She's making us worried." "Alright, then I'm going up to see her now. Why don't you play in the living room with your sister for now?" Isla suggested, looking at the two kids with tenderness.

They both nodded sweetly at her, so she walked slowly towards the staircase that led to the second floor.

Isla stood in front of Sheryl's bedroom. She had not even stepped into the room yet, but she could already feel the depressive atmosphere from behind the closed door. After taking a deep breath, Isla knocked on the door and said, "Sher, it is me!"

Isla waited but Sheryl didn't respond to her call. She came closer to the door and advised, "Sher, the two kids are worrying about you. Can you please let me in?" Isla turned back to look downstairs at the kids, worried they might be watching her now.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Sheryl stood beside it, in a woeful expression, gesturing for Isla to come in.

"What brings you here today?"

"Don't you see? I'm worried about you. How do you feel?" Isla looked at Sheryl from head to toe, realizing that Sheryl had really been asleep just now since her clothes were a bit disheveled.

"I'm alright. I had a headache a while ago, so I laid down and took a nap. What did you say about the children?" Holding back her broken heart, Sheryl forced herself to focus on the conversation with Isla.

"You locked yourself in the room. The two kids were worried about you, so Clark called me up. When are you ready to move on?" Isla was never good at comforting other people. To her, there was no point in crying over spilled milk. Since you could not change the fact of the loss, why would you bother to be depressed about it?